The Tale Of Life

Coming in, we know not life's a stage-play, Nor know to act and improvise ahead, And play our parts ordained, as scripted; Going out, to exit from all one day, We come to know, curtain sure one day falls, And figure out, we must our applause earn, We must our parts practise, learn and unlearn, We scarce still deserve claps ere curtain calls. And we return, baggage borne of the past— That, how we wish we can somewhere offload! We know this cannot go on nor would last, But we carry on, on a beaten road. And hope still against hopes we shall go far— And get one day the rating of a star! _____________________________________________ Sonnets | 03.09.07 |